reap what you sow

The snarls and roars, the scent of blood lingering in the air, the adrenaline coursing through his vessels at an alarming speed- this was what he lived for. What the Saxe lived for. Watching his sister get clawed by the bear, and his brother kicked by a massive paw. It brought on a babble of manic, high-pitched laughter- jaws swinging open, eyes alit with bloodlust and his mind, unhinged. Leaping back in, Sephiran allows the flesh in his mouth to drop on the forest floor. Using his siblings as the primary distraction, so he can sidestep to the bear’s right and sink his jaws into its delicate underbody, just behind its ribcage.

Of course, if he wanted to gut the beast, he’d have to crawl beneath its stampeding body- which was a feat he wasn’t going to conquer just yet. With their combined efforts, it was only a matter of time until their opponent fell- Yarra having ensnared its throat, constricting its windpipe, crunching through the cartilaginous structure of its trachea. Sephiran longed to feel the pulsation of arteries against his lips- fantasized of the sweet, metallic taste of arterial blood splashing onto his tongue. He was growing impatient. In truth, if his sister didn’t bring the bear down in the next few plays, he would intervene and do it himself.


"Sephiran Saxe"